Weather: Warmer and sunny.
Started waxing the floor at 8am and got the last coat on by 5pm. Glad that is done and over with, next time it is Becker’s turn LOL.
Hey we have nice weather ahead of us, back into the 80’s with not much rain in sight. Although I am still going to start putting away stuff for winter, these last few days really got me motivated.
Two 90-year-old men, Phil and Joe, had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Phil was dying, Joe
visited him every day.
One day Joe said, “Phil, we both loved playing
baseball all our lives, and we played all through high school. Please do me
one favor: when you get to heaven, somehow you must let me know if there’s
baseball there.”
Phil looked up at Joe from his deathbed and said,
“Joe, you’ve been my best friend for many years. If it’s at all possible,
I’ll do this favor for you.”
Shortly after that, Phil died.
A few nights later, Joe was awakened from a sound
sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him,
“Joe, Joe .”
“Who is it,” asked Joe, sitting up suddenly.
“Who is it?”
“Joe — it’s me, Phil”
“You’re not Phil . Phil just died.”
“I’m telling you, it’s me, Phil,” insisted the
voice.
“Phil, where are you?”
“Phil, where are you?”
“In heaven,” replied Phil. “I have some really
good news and a little bad news.”
“Tell me the good news first,” said Joe.
“The good news,” Phil said with joy and
enthusiasm, “is that there is baseball in heaven. Better yet, all of our
old buddies who died before me are here, too. Even better than that, we’re
all young again. Better still, it’s always Springtime and it never rains or
snows. And best of all, we can play ball all we want, and we never get
tired. And we get to play with all the Greats of the past.”
“That’s fantastic,” said Joe “It’s beyond my wildest dreams! So what’s the bad news?”
“You’re pitching Tuesday.”
